Post-It Note Confessions: Part Two

I Tend to Crumble Under Peer Pressure
I Tend to Crumble under Peer Pressure | Flickr

Before you start freaking out, no, I do not play World of Warcraft. Well, not anymore. I did let my coworkers at Office Depot talk me into playing for upwards of nine months. Then, I went back to school and let my Texas boys talk me out of playing. (It is completely possible to quit that game "cold turkey," by the way, so stop all your whining, pansies.)

Other things I have (stupidly) let people talk me into doing:

  • Climbing on top of monkey bars as a kid. (I fell through once and hit my chin on the way down.)
  • Getting my hair (which was down to my butt) cut to my shoulders for twin day in third grade.
  • Eating food from Waffle House.
  • Obtaining a street sign in a rather thief-like manner...
  • Applying for a job at my church. (Oh snap! Did I just say that?)

Upon further reflection, I guess I really don't let people push me around too much, but I would still probably sell my soul to buy the love of a nice-smelling musician who appreciated semicolons. You could also probably get me to do your homework for you if you promised me cookies in return. Just don't ask me to play WoW again unless you're volunteering to do all my dirty work for me while I pick out cute new outfits for my priestess.

Most Boring Family Ever

I love my family dearly, but we seriously need to get out of the house more often. We're never going to get our own sitcom with dinners like that.

P.S. Yes, these entries are all back-dated, so the content looks like it's from the future. Get over it. Also, my new camera is rad, thanks for asking.

Post-It Note Confessions: Part One

I Have a Crush on Every Boy
I Have a Crush on Every Boy | Flickr

Well, I don't really have a crush on every boy, but I've been discovering that I'm a bit of a sucker for certain types of guys. Namely, the following:

  • Boys who know and appreciate proper spelling and grammar.
  • Boys who smell nice.
  • Boys who are musicians. (Pianists are my ultimate weakness, followed closely by drummers.)

There are, of course, a thousand other things that I like and don't like in a guy, but almost any jerk could sit down at a piano and steal my heart away in an instant. If he was also giving a lecture on the proper spelling of "definitely" and wearing a sexy cologne, I'd be in serious trouble. I guess the real problem is that there are a lot of boys who fall into the above categories, which leaves me with too much swooning to do and not enough time for making out with Frodo Baggins on Sims 2.